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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28253532">What a Surprise</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/FlightlessPhoenix/pseuds/theworldthatneverwas'>theworldthatneverwas (FlightlessPhoenix)</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>A Place to Belong [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Kingdom Hearts (Video Games)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Aromantic, Fluff, Found Family, Gen, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Holidays, POV Second Person, Tooth-Rotting Fluff</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-12-23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-12-23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 19:14:43</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>General Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,806</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28253532</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/FlightlessPhoenix/pseuds/theworldthatneverwas</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Ephemer and Skuld decide to surprise you by baking gingerbread cookies for when you get home from your mission. A fluffy friendship fic for the holidays.</p><p>This story exists separately from the other works in the A Place to Belong series, but does borrow characterization and friendship dynamics from other works in the series. Can be enjoyed as part of the series or on its own!</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Ephemer &amp; Player Character &amp; Skuld (Kingdom Hearts)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>A Place to Belong [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/1638412</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>4</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>15</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>What a Surprise</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>When you open a portal back to Daybreak Town, you’re surprised to find it covered in a light dusting of… snow. You hold out your hand curiously, watching the great wet flakes stick to your palm and sleeves. It’s not the first time you’ve seen snow of course – Beast’s Castle has plenty of it – but it’s the first time you’ve seen it here in Daybreak Town this year. The air around the fountain seems almost crisper than usual, if there is such a thing. The water that’s splashed out onto the outer fountain wall has frozen into tiny patches of slick ice.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You shiver. You’d come from a mission in Castle of Dreams, and it certainly isn’t as cold there. You’ll have to go home and change. The keyblade wielders before you have worn down slushy paths across the plaza and you make your way up the stairs back to your home. The farther away you get, the more untouched the snow is until you arrive in front of your doorstep, the rest of the street pristine and sparkling with unmarked snow. Except… it looks like there are faint footsteps that go right to your front door. Not fresh footsteps, as they've filled in a bit since, but footsteps all the same. With a frown, you turn the door handle and walk inside. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>It smells… good? Like fresh baking and warm butter. You can hear voices coming from your kitchen, but when you close the door they suddenly stop speaking. "Hello?" you call questioningly, reaching down to take your shoes off. You weren't prepared to walk through a few inches of slushy snow so your socks are wet too, dampness creeping in through your warm-weather shoes. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>A familiar face with a cloud of fluffy white hair peeks out into your entryway. "Surprise!" says Ephemer, emerging from the kitchen. "We thought we'd make you some food for when you were done your mission today," he explains.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"What…" you begin, but are momentarily distracted by the amusing sight of Ephemer wearing your apron and can't help but laugh. "This look really suits you," you say, gesturing to the apron. He's got flour all down his front already. "What have you been making?" </span>
</p><p>
  <span>You return to the kitchen with him and see Skuld over by your oven, who waves when she sees you come in. "Don't worry," she says as she inspects something in the oven, "I'm putting him to good use."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer returns to your kitchen island, where he seems to be cutting shapes out of cookie dough to put onto a tray. "Gingerbread?" you ask, detecting the familiar scent of molasses and ginger. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Yeah! Skuld's idea. We wanted to have them done baking when you got home so we could all decorate them together, but we got sidetracked before we started so we're running a little late." </span>
</p><p>
  <span>You shake your head. "I'm not even gonna ask how you orchestrated all this. Hold on for a few minutes, will you? I need to change into something warmer." </span>
</p><p>
  <span>You dash upstairs and exchange your mission clothes for a comfy sweater and fresh pairs of pants and socks, then return and take up residence on one of the stools at your island near where Ephemer is cutting out more shapes for the cookies. Skuld inspects the tray of cookies in the oven and, deciding they need more time, resets the timer for an additional few minutes.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"So what brought all this on?" you ask, gesturing at the assortment of baking paraphernalia. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer, still staring down at the dough he's trying to carve into the shape of a… actually you're not sure what sort of shape it's supposed to be. Maybe a sleigh? – chuckles and says, "Well, it </span>
  <em>
    <span>is </span>
  </em>
  <span>getting close to the holidays. It's even snowing today and everything! So we thought it'd be good to spread a bit of holiday cheer."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Is it getting close to that time of year already? You suppose it has been getting colder recently. Sometimes you lose track of the days when you're doing a bunch of missions in a row. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>You grab a second butter knife from your drawer and join Ephemer in carving shapes out of the cookie dough. To give him credit, it's harder than you thought. The knife pulls the dough as you cut into it so you have to be careful you don’t stretch it too much. You try carving a stump for an evergreen tree and end up making it too thin so it breaks off and you have to reroll the dough back together. You make a little sound of disappointment at your failure and Ephemer chuckles. "I've been trying to make bigger shapes so they don't fall apart. Snowmen and stars are the easiest. Well, I don't always make the most symmetrical stars but they have five points so the main bit is there. Those are the ones that'll probably turn out best."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Up for a competition on who can carve the best reindeer?" Skuld asks, joining you after checking the most recent pan of cookies. She slices a section of the dough off and slides it towards herself.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Ooh, challenge accepted," Ephemer says, cutting out a similarly sized square. You follow suit, deciding to take a different tack this time and cut away the outside until you've got it down to the shape you want. You decide to leave out the antlers so you're not worried about tearing them off by accident and try to make up for it by making the body more deer-shaped instead. It's not perfect and it looks rather more like a horse with a rabbit tail than a deer, but it's not bad, either. You look up to see Ephemer's progress. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Are those supposed to be its antlers?" you tease, gesturing. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"It's…! Well, that's what they were originally but now I've decided my reindeer is just wearing a hat or something on its antlers. And has short legs because I tried making it look like it was pulling a sleigh or prancing and they got too thin so now it just has two small legs." </span>
</p><p>
  <span>You can't help but giggle a bit at the bizarre carvings. Ephemer’s looks more like a poodle than anything. Skuld lets out a sigh and pulls back from her own cookie at last." I tried to be creative and do a front view," she explains, gesturing to it on the floured countertop so the two of you can see, "but honestly it looks more like a snowman with legs at this point." </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer starts to chuckle and it’s so contagious that soon you and Skuld are giggling too. “I-it looks like–” he has to stop for a moment to take a gasp of air, “--like a little dancing man in </span>
  <em>
    <span>boots</span>
  </em>
  <span>.” He can hardly get the words out for laughing so hard.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What? How?” Skuld asks, studying her creation. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No, see?” Ephemer says. He motions for her to look at the cookie upside-down. “Here’s his arms, and he’s wearing like bunny ears, and then these are his boots with little cuffs on them.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Now that you see what he means you can’t help but start laughing again. Skuld frowns down at her cookie. “No, those are his </span>
  <em>
    <span>antlers</span>
  </em>
  <span> not his boots. It’s–” she sighs, and a smile creeps up on her face. “Y’know, you’re kind of right.” And then she’s laughing too, and you’re all just smiling and laughing at your silly cookies, your cheeks rosy from the warmth of the kitchen with the oven on and the room smells like gingerbread and it’s so </span>
  <em>
    <span>good.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <span>At last the laughter subsides a bit and you help Ephemer carefully lift each of the cookies onto the tray so they don’t tear apart. You reroll the remaining dough and carve out some less ambitious patterns – ornaments and stockings and the like. Skuld makes a couple of candy canes and Ephemer spends about three minutes attempting to carefully cut out a snowflake before giving up and rerolling the dough to turn it into an evergreen tree instead. At last, the final batch of cookies is safely in the oven. You wash off your flour-covered hands and collapse facedown onto your couch to rest for a moment. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Incoming!" Ephemer calls happily, and before you have a chance to brace yourself he's flopped down on top of you, his weight pressing you further into the cushions. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Aw Eph, make sure they can breathe," Skuld says, smacking him lightly with her oven mitts. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer rests his chin by the crook of your neck. "You can breathe! Right, peach?" </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Mmphbh," is all you can manage with your mouth pressed into the couch. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Aw, I'm moving, don't worry." He rolls off of you and stands up. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Freed of the extra weight, you turn over and sit up, then pat the space in front of you. "No, come back, you're warm." </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer frowns slightly but sits down. "You can't possibly </span>
  <em>
    <span>still</span>
  </em>
  <span> be col – ahh!" </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Determined to get back at him, you dart towards him, fingers outstretched, wiggling them against his side. "Noo that's not fair!" he says desperately between laughter as you tickle him. He manages to grab your arms and tries to hold them away from his vulnerable sides but Skuld joins in, sneaking up behind him and causing him to loosen his grip on you in surprise. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>And then you're all laughing and tickling each other, cookies almost forgotten until the oven timer goes off and Ephemer finally manages to break free and dashes for the safety of the kitchen, leaving you and Skuld on the couch leaning on each other smiling and laughing, cheeks flushed from the exertion. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"The cookies are done!" Ephemer calls, retrieving the tray and setting it on top of the stove. "Do we get to start decorating now?" </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"I wanna take a break," Skuld calls, sliding down the couch until her head is in your lap. She closes her eyes and makes a mock pouty face. "I worked hard."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You stroke her long hair with one hand while twisting to look back at Ephemer. “How’s the dancing bunny man?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“He’s a reindeer!” Skuld insists, but she sounds like she’s enjoying the joke too. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer looks back at the cookie tray. “His ears and arms spread out a bit so they’re a little fatter but he made the transition pretty well. One of the trees kinda smushed into a stocking though so now it’s umm… a tree on a sled if you turn it sideways.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He prods at the buttons on your oven to turn it off and sets the oven mitts on the counter. “What’s the plan for decorating? Do we have icing?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Skuld sighs and sits up to look over the back of the couch. “We can make icing. I have icing sugar and food colouring and stuff.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Did you guys have a shopping day to get all of this, or…?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Skuld turns back to you. “Yeah, we went out this afternoon after a Leader meeting. Lauriam actually gave me the recipe for the cookies. He kind of just told me what he usually does for icing and I think I have the general idea.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I don’t usually make icing but I remember the most important thing is to add any liquids really sparingly or else you’ll end up with soupy icing. Shall we give it a go?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>She nods and the two of you join Ephemer in the kitchen. You retrieve a couple of plastic bags for the icing and bowls to mix the colours in while Skuld carefully measures out some icing sugar and adds a bit of soft butter. She mixes it for a while, and after seeing how powdery it still is, adds a little more butter. “I think Lauriam said he also adds a bit of milk and vanilla,” she says, inspecting the consistency of the icing. “Probably just a little bit and we’ll work up from there.” Ephemer pokes a tentative finger at the icing bowl but Skuld shoos him away. “It’ll just taste like butter and sugar until we add the vanilla,” she says, and Ephemer gives her his best puppy dog eyes. “No! You can wait.” She picks up the bowl and angles her body away from him to continue mixing.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You tug at his shoulder to come around to the other side of the island, where you’re laying out the cooled gingerbread cookies to decorate. You clear away some of the dirty bowls and set them in the sink so you have space to work.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hmm… what do you think of this?” Skuld says, offering the bowl of icing for you to see. “Thick enough? Too thick?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Maybe a teeny teeny bit more milk,” you say, pushing the carton towards her. “We want to be able to pipe it out of the plastic bags.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Skuld looks with some surprise at the bags you have laid out on the island. “Oh, that’s actually such a good idea. I was thinking we’d just use butter knives to spread it or something. Yeah, okay.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>When the icing reaches the desired consistency, Skuld puts a dollop of it into each of the bowls you’ve laid out and you and Ephemer add a few drops of food colouring to mix in. The biggest bowls are the red, green, and white ones, but you also made a bit of yellow and blue for accent colours. You scoop it messily into the plastic bags and cut a small corner off of them to push the icing out through.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Can I decorate Skuld’s disco bunny man?” Ephemer asks innocently, reaching for a cookie to add icing to. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No! He’s a lovely reindeer and I’m going to decorate him,” Skuld says, scanning the pile of gingerbread for her unfortunate cookie and placing it on her side of the counter. “You can decorate your own hat-wearing reindeer.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer makes a ‘hmm’ sound and sets his decorated cookie aside to sift through the cookie pile and grab his oddly shaped reindeer. He tilts his head to inspect it. “Could make mine look like a person kneeling down with really big feet,” he says.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You set aside the white icing and drum your fingers across the countertop as you wait for Skuld to finish with the green. “You’re free to decorate it however you like,” you say. You find your own reindeer in the cookie pile and slide it towards yourself.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The three of you keep up casual conversation while you work, Skuld complaining that Ephemer is stealing all of the red icing and Ephemer retorting that it’s only because she’s always using the green so he’s improvising. You end up with several unusually-coloured trees and one ornament in particular that has icing piled nearly as high as the width of your finger. At one point when Ephemer reaches across you to grab another cookie, his other hand, which was clutching an icing bag, squishes some of the icing off onto your sleeve.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Watch yourself,” you say, dragging a finger across the icing and putting it in your mouth. It’s buttery and sweet.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer looks down and realizes what he’s done, and then seems to get a strange look in his eye. Both you and Skuld exchange a glance and she opens her mouth to speak but Ephemer interrupts her. “Okay, but consider this–” he says, gesturing dramatically, “–edible face paint.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Skuld looks mildly scandalized but you’re actually not one hundred percent against the idea – “Just, make sure we have enough icing to decorate the cookies first,” you say, putting a hand over his to direct the icing bag back over to his cookie. Ephemer pouts slightly but returns to decorating.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The three of you make some small talk as you continue to decorate, and after some time Ephemer has the idea to decorate one third of a cookie and then pass it along to the next person, so you end up with a couple of unusually-patterned “group effort” cookies, the most notable of which is a stocking which has yellow and blue polka dots on one third, red and green stripes for the middle, and a multicoloured dot pattern for the last third which took Skuld a very long time to do as she kept swapping out icing colours and having to wait on you and Ephemer to pass her the colour she wanted to complete her pattern.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>There are only a few undecorated cookies left on the counter when Skuld suddenly looks up, frowning. “Where did…?” she murmurs, mostly to herself, and then she squints accusingly at Ephemer. “What did you do with my dancing– with my reindeer?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer grins. “I’m so glad you asked,” he says, moving aside a bowl to reveal… “Meet Disco Bunny Man!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>For Skuld’s sake, you try to stifle your giggles. Ephemer has coloured Skuld’s unfortunate reindeer into a strangely proportioned person with bunny ears and sunglasses, complete with funny flared boots that Skuld insisted were its antlers. It’s truly a magnificent sight.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“My beautiful reindeer…” Skuld says with mock sadness – even she can’t hide her smile. She shakes her head. “I suppose he’ll taste good either way.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Absolutely!” Ephemer agrees, and you notice he seems to have a half-eaten cookie beside him already. Has he been munching on cookies this whole time? You hadn’t noticed.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“When did you take him?” Skuld asks as she inspects Ephemer’s decorating job. “I had him right beside me.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I just picked it up when we were swapping cookies,” Ephemer explains. Had that been his intention when suggesting it?</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Skuld shakes her head at him again and returns to her decorating. You take a moment to squeeze the last remnants of blue icing towards the end of the bag to finish decorating your last cookie, a slightly lop-sided star. Your own reindeer cookie lies nearby – you’d given it a saddle and a red nose, and to be honest it’s looking more like a horse than ever but it’s sure to taste good nonetheless. You glance over and see that Ephemer has given his reindeer a rather familiar red scarf.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Did you give your reindeer your scarf?” you ask him, smiling.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yeah! It’s such a nice scarf I thought he’d want one, too.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You laugh at that and gesture to your reindeer cookie. “Well </span>
  <em>
    <span>I</span>
  </em>
  <span> think I’ve won the competition for best reindeer.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Where are his antlers?” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Uhhhh…” You prod at your reindeer’s ear. “It’s a baby reindeer and doesn’ t have them yet. Here, pass the white, I’ll give them those little spots baby deer have. Do baby reindeer have spots?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer shrugs and leans over to get a better look at your cookie. “Here,” he says, smushing some of the yellow icing he’s holding onto your reindeer’s ear. “Now your reindeer has a party hat.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That was their ear! …Point made, though, let me see if I can squish any more blue icing out of the bag.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Aw, your reindeer is cute,” Skuld comments, looking over at your cookie. “I don’t think mine qualifies as a reindeer anymore for our competition, but you get my vote. What’s happening with your reindeer’s eyes, Eph?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s not my fault the white icing came out in a big blob! So now he has huge eyes.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Can I vote for my own reindeer?” you ask innocently before taking a bite of the blue star you’d finished decorating. The ginger and nutmeg in particular taste lovely.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That’s no fair!” Ephemer complains. “You have to vote for someone else.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Okay, okay, I’ll vote for your scarf-wearing reindeer then, sunshine.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“And I vote for disco bunny man! So it’s a tie.” He seems rather pleased with this outcome.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Isn’t that kind of like voting for your own cookie?” Skuld counters, one eyebrow raised. “I mean, you did decorate him yourself.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Ooh, does that mean I win by default since you have to vote for me then?” you ask. “What’s the prize?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer shrugs and looks at Skuld. “I dunno, it was your idea.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hmm… well, maybe we could let you off dish duty. So me ‘n Eph will clean up.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I do like the sound of that,” you reply. “I can help gather up the leftover icing bags and stuff now though.” Only a small amount remains in the red, green, and white icing bags and the blue and yellow, of which there was less to begin with, are completely used up. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Ephemer looks thoughtfully at the bag of white icing he's holding before sticking out his other hand and drawing a snowflake over the back of his palm. He holds it out proudly for you to see. “Edible body paint!” he declares, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking off the pattern. “Yum.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Well, there really isn’t much else use for the icing now that you’ve decorated all of the cookies. You look down at the nearly empty bag of leftover red icing and pick it up, turning towards Ephemer. “Here, give me your hand,” you say, “and close your eyes. It’ll be a surprise.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>You’re pleased at how quickly he obeys. He puts a warm hand in yours but, instead of drawing on the back of his hand like he’d expected, you bring the icing bag up to his face and manage to give him a smooshed red blob on his nose before he crinkles up his face and pulls back with alarm. “Hey!” he complains, wiping the icing off his nose onto his thumb. “You didn’t tell me you were going to put it on my </span>
  <em>
    <span>face.</span>
  </em>
  <span>” He picks up his icing bag once more and advances towards you and you abandon ship, hastily retreating around the other end of the island to use Skuld as a shield.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Unfortunately for her, Ephemer is hardly deterred, and soon there’s icing on her hands and on the front of your sweater, and you both pick up the nearest icing bag to fight back, squeezing out blobs of the sweet confection onto cheeks, hands, forehead, whatever you can reach. Ephemer gets the worst of it, with both you and Skuld teamed up against him, and by the time all the icing has been squished out of the bags his fluffy white hair is speckled with green and red. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Out of ammo at last, you toss your empty icing bag onto the counter and laugh at how disheveled your friends look as they wipe icing smears off their cheeks and from their hair. How wonderful it is to have friends like this, to be together safely inside your warm kitchen with the smell of gingerbread, the sweet taste of icing on your tongue, and the snow falling gently outside your window. You wouldn’t want to spend the holidays any other way.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Bonus: poorly drawn MS Paint versions of the cookies everyone carved:</span>
</p><p>
  <span>
    
  </span>
</p><p> </p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Thank you so much for reading! If you haven't already, feel free to check out the other entries in this series for more fluffy friendship adventures with the KHUx characters, and leave a comment with your thoughts!</p><p>This is my final upload for 2020, but I will resume posting chapters for Colors of the Sunrise in early 2021. Thank you for a wonderful year of fic writing and I hope to hear from you again in the new year!</p></blockquote></div></div>
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